A/N: Okay guys lemmie say.. I DO NOT KNOW IF SOMEBODY HAS USED THIS IDEA ALREADY.. PROBABLY SOMEBODY HAS SO I'M SORRY IF IT MAKES YOU ANGRY! Seriously, I wouldn't know because A. There's like.. Over 100k stories posted on just this site alone. B. There's another 100k on A03. C. I seriously ain't gonna go through over 200k stories to find out if this idea was used or not xD

Anyway... Lemmie say: I'll respond to every review there is. I posted a long time ago on and I'm still trying to figure it out but it still kinda confuses me. Gimme patience! :P

Also.. I don't own Supernatural, nor would I want to.. Seriously don't let my imagination ruin that masterpiece :) Without another word, let's get on with the story!

Green, intent eyes stared up at the decorations hanging above him and he let a small giggle fall from his lips as he tried to reach up and attack one of the hanging stuffies with his tiny hands.

Soon, the door opened and the small baby turned its head as his mother entered the room. Her face was gentle and welcoming as she picked him up and craddled him in her arms for a couple minutes.

"Hey Dean.. How are you doing? I can't believe you're six months old already.." She whispered as she smiled down at the baby as his eyes blinked, suddenly sleepy.

Suddenly, Mary heard small footsteps at the door and she turned to see her eldest, Sam standing there, in his PJ's. He must've escaped from John somehow, and she extended one arm out to her son and he immediately ran into her embrace and hugged her hips.

"Want to say goodnight to Dean, Sammy?" Mary asked gently as she ran her fingers through her son's hair, and the older looked up at his younger brother.

"Goodnight Dean!" He said loudly and reached up and kissed his younger brother's forehead, and Mary smiled wider. She could already see the strong bond between the two, and she hoped that they'd protect each other in the future.

"Hey Sammy." A rough, but kind voice came from the doorway and they all looked to see John standing there now, and Sam immediately ran into his arms and John laughed as he picked him up and looked over his shoulder at Mary and his younger son.

"How is he, Mary?" He asked as he walked over, still carrying a laughing Sam in his arms.

"Tired, but happy." Mary reassured him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Soon, she turned away and carefully placed her darling son back in his crib. Dean immediately started to close his eyes and even out his breathing. The three Winchesters watched the newest member of the family fall into his slumber, before they quietly left the room.

Little did they know, not a minute later, a man appeared in the room. His dark form towered over the boy, and he smirked down at the beautiful child.

He softly caressed the baby fat on his cheek, and let Dean wake up. As his eyes opened, the man knew that the boy was immediately unsettled.

Good.. He has good instincts. That will be helpful in the future.

He rose his wrist and held it over the baby as he started his sinful activity and slit his own wrist. Dean was so unaware of what was happening that he let the blood trickle into his mouth. As soon as the metallic taste hit his tongue however, he let out a small cry.

Mary was just getting into bed when she heard the cry, and she sighed but didn't have even the thought to ignore her youngest's cries. She got back to her tired feet and padded back to the nursery. She spotted a dark, tall figure above Dean's crib.

"John? How is he?" She asked sleepily, but all she got was a "shh."

She was about to give him a earful on how rude that was, but she would do that in the morning. Right now, she knew her children were sleeping and she could go to sleep.

As she made her way down the hallway however, she saw the light flicker, and she approached it as curiosity made her suddenly more awake.

Maybe the bulb needs a change?

But she knew of the past. She knew flickering lights were just a sign of horrible things to happen. She knew she wasn't going back to sleep again tonight, so she went downstairs to grab some salt, when she heard a soft snoring from the living room. Instantly going into hunter mode, she approached the snoring carefully and to her horror, she found John slumbering on the lazy-boy chair.

Dean!

Instantly she climbed up the stairs and made a desperate run to the nursery, only to not see the man, instead feel him press her against the wall and she let out a shriek.

John stirred downstairs as he heard the shriek, and blinked.

"Mary?"

Mary struggled against the invisible force but it was impossible. She felt her feet leave the floor, and she felt her heartbeat get faster and faster as her head hit the ceiling and she was soon hanging over Dean. She stared desperately into the baby's eyes before she felt her stomach open and blood immediately began to stain her pretty, white nightgown. She let out another cry before things burst into brilliant flames around her. No matter what however, she kept her gaze on her youngest as he began to cry out now.

"Dean!"

John burst into the room and let out a loud gasp as he saw his wife burst into flames on the ceiling, and he spotted his youngest in his crib still. Instincts that he didn't even know he had kicked in, and he was across the room before he knew it and was holding Dean in his arms. As he ran out he spotted Sam just leaving his room to see what was happening.

"Sam take your brother outside!" He shouted over the flames becoming more and more apparent in the nursery, and Sam's eyes filled with fear as he was handed his younger brother.

"Now Sam!" He snapped as he saw his older son falter. His order snapped Sam into action and John saw him race down the stairs. He prayed that Sam wouldn't trip before he went back to see if he could save his wife still, but to his horror, there was nothing left but brilliant flames ready to explode from it's containment. He turned and made a mad dash from the house and saw his son still running and he picked up Sam with Dean still in his arms, and ran away as he heard the awaited explosion behind him.

The three remaining Winchesters sat outside of their former house. Dean was too young to realize what was happening. He was now sleeping and was wrapped up in a blanket in John's arm, as he had his other arm curled around Sam, who was trembling like mad from the shock.

What in the world happened?

Dean grew up in the world of supernatural with his dad and brother, and all that he knew that something horrible happened in his nursery. He could hear whispers that nipped at his heels as he traveled the nation with his father and brother, but for now he had to ignore it and focus on something important.

His older brother was deciding to go to collage, and leave him with his dad and whatever goes bump in the night.

As Sam closed that door on his life with hunting, Dean felt every inch of love for his brother turn into a deep betrayal. How could Sam leave them..? He practically mothered Dean until the younger would snap at him! Even then, Sam was usually stubborn.

But that was years ago. Now Dean sat on the front of his beloved impala, and dialed his father's number for the tenth time in the past five minutes.

"Answer your damn phone old man." He muttered as it went straight to voice mail.

Dean was scared. Not only was he alone in the world now, but he was alone in the world with whatever went bump in the night. He knew he needed help to find dad but.. Who? he didn't want to involve Bobby since the last time Bobby saw his father, he had a shotgun pointed at his head. He didn't trust any of the hunters that dad would work with either. They all had a reason to pull a gun on him too.

Frustration built up in Dean as he tossed his phone back into the impala through an opened window and he rubbed his face with one hand. He paced back and forth as he tried to decide what to do.

"What if I.. Call him?" He murmured but almost immediately tried to dismiss the idea. The two didn't part on good terms. He had slammed that door in his face, after he called him stupid for blindly following their father's orders. He curled his lip and found that Sam would be the only one he could trust with these kind of things. So he got into the impala, and drove off straight for Stanford.

He hoped Sammy wouldn't be mad that Dean chose the hunting life over his brother. When Sam left, he gave Dean the choice. Leave with him, or stay with dad.

Dean nearly chose Sammy when he remembered the brilliant flames from the nursery.

Sam awoke to footsteps in the hallway outside of the bedroom, and he glanced over to see Jess was still in bed beside him.

Crap.. He realized this was either a burglar, or something much, much darker. As Sam got up, he grabbed his baseball bat that was leaned up against the wall and stalked through the darkness. He walked carefully and nearly knew where every creak in the floorboards were, so he knew he had the upper hand.

He got to the living area, where he heard whoever was intruding, enter the room and Sam immediately rushed forward and attacked the form that was outlined in the darkness.

They fell to the ground in a grunt and soon, Sam was surprised to find him pinned under a weight. A familiar weight..

Oh no..

"Heya Sammy." A deep voice greeted him and soon Sam forced his eyes to adjust more and now he could make out his younger brother's face.

"Getting kinda rusty huh?" He teased and in a second, Sam had flipped them and shoved the smaller man down under his weight and smirked at him.

"You were saying?" He asked and Dean glared up at him until Sam released him and lent him a hand up.

Sam was about to say something, like what the hell are you doing here? When a gentle voice interrupted his thought process.

"Sam?" A second later, the lights flickered on and Jess stood there, looking tired and confused as she studied his brother.

Dean was worse for wear, but of course Sam was calling it that because he'd finally been dressing like a middle class citizen. What Dean was wearing was simple hunter garb.

"Well hello." Dean winked at Jess and Sam felt his annoyance grow.

"What are you doing here, Dean?" He asked as he studied his brother.

"Well er.. I need to chat with you privately." The younger said and Sam narrowed his gaze.

"No. Whatever you need to say, you can say it to both of us." He said and now frustration flickered in Dean's eyes, but what surprised Sam was the exhaustion in his eyes.

"Fine. Dad has been out in a hunting trip for a couple weeks and he hasn't called." He stated blandly, and Sam instantly tensed. He knew that he and Jess were hearing two completely different things, and he looked at Jess.

"I'll be right back." He said before he pulled his brother away to figure the situation out.

Nonetheless, in less than a hour, Sam and Dean were in the impala. Sam tried to force back his childhood memories of being back in what the Winchester's called home. He wasn't going to stay like this after all. He was returning to his life in a day.

Nothing had changed from Dean though. Except for the fact that he was driving the impala himself. When Sam had left, Dean was still too young to drive, but of course John still gave him a couple lessons. Sam was shocked that John had handed the entire damn thing over to Dean though.

He must've gotten something better then. Sam answered to himself and sneered silently. He could see clear change in his younger brother, and he hated his father for it. He made John swear that Dean would take it easy on hunts and never be bait, or risk his life, but he's beginning to strongly believe that their father deceived him.

Dean tapped his hands against the steering wheel as he drove and blasted music from the stereo.

This was something Sam didn't miss, as he cringed inwardly. He wasn't a fan of classic rock, or the blues. He was more of a country fan himself but every time he tried to, his music was flat out denied.

One thing that he was hoping would happen, is that they would find their father quickly so Sam could chew him out, somehow convince his brother out of this awful lifestyle, and try to mend whatever was broken. Which.. was a lot.

Sam knew the second he closed that door, Dean would be all insults the next time he saw him. Well, Dean did spit a couple things at him once they got on the road, but after that, Sam knew that Dean was brewing for something bigger, and now he was letting Sam squirm, awaiting for it.

As he looked over at his brother, he sighed softly. He wished he pushed harder at getting his brother away from all this. Dean didn't need this crap. Sam knew, but Dean was screwed up the moment that nursery lit up, and their mother died right above him. Sam just wished that Dean would listen to his reasoning this time. If he didn't.. Well Sam was as stubborn as his brother was. He could make him listen. As for their father.. Sam would lead Dean in the right direction, get his dream job and then possibly give Dean some final pointers. Once Dean found that ungrateful man, Sam was pulling him out of the supernatural lifestyle.

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Welp... I hope that wasn't complete shit. I also hope that I didn't make it confusing or just stupid xD I kinda always liked the idea of Sam being the older brother in my own opinion. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed, feel free to leave a review! Much luv everyone and I'll try to get around posting soon but.. School and stuff ;-; anyway, byeeeee! 3